Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 951 - 281: [Chen Yan’s "Household Registration"] (Part 3)

Chapter 951: Chapter 281: [Chen Yan’s "Household Registration"] (Part 3)

I heard that the newly appointed county head was so furious during a meeting that he slammed the table.

This time, it hit a sore spot, and the village head of Yang Er Village was directly dismissed...

·

Chen Yan wasn’t aware of the subsequent events in Yang Er Village.

Because after leaving Yang Er Village, Chen Yan immediately returned to Hengdian.

He stayed in Hengdian for another day.

Outside a seemingly small prop-making factory on a street, Chen Yan sat in front of a noodle stall for a long time.

There are many such mold factories in Hengdian, all supplying various props for the film city.

When various production teams come to Hengdian to shoot films, for convenience, they don’t transport props from far away, but look for local factories to produce them.

Over time, it has formed into an industry.

This mold factory isn’t large in scale; nominally, it’s for making molds, but it has long switched to custom prop making.

It’s called a factory, but at most, it’s just a large workshop with fewer than twenty employees.

Chen Yan sat at the noodle stall for a long time and finally waited for someone.

A man who looks to be around thirty years old.

He was slightly thin, but his body seemed quite sturdy.

His hands had large bones, clearly accustomed to manual labor. A pair of thick glasses rested on his nose.

This person must be a regular; the noodle stall owner recognized him and called him "Team Leader Xiao."

Chen Yan looked at this man’s face and carefully examined his fate.

He concluded that this was a benevolent, honest, and straightforward person.

The noodle stall owner called him Team Leader Xiao, but Chen Yan knew his real name was Xiao Hong, and he should be twenty-eight years old.

Five years ago, when Xiao Hong was twenty-three, he was Li Xin’s boyfriend.

Chen Yan did not speak to Xiao Hong; he merely finished his noodles quietly. Then, in the evening, he waited for Xiao Hong to leave the factory, watched him ride his bicycle home, and followed him all the way.

As night fell, every household was filled with the atmosphere of daily life.

The aroma of cooking, the cries or laughter of children playing, the bickering of couples...

In this relatively old residential area, such noises seemed to permeate.

Chen Yan stood quietly on the rooftop of a building, his body seemingly hidden in the darkness, watching a window on the top floor of a building across from him.

Behind Chen Yan, on the ground, the Li Huo Candle stood there, its small flame flickering gently.

·

Through the window opposite, Xiao Hong was quietly washing dishes in the kitchen.

Soon, through the window, Xiao Hong’s wife entered the kitchen, walked up behind him, and gently embraced his back.

Xiao Hong turned around, and the look in his eyes towards his wife was one of genuine concern.

The woman was wearing maternity clothes, her belly slightly protruding.

Xiao Hong gently coaxed his wife back into the room. He quietly finished his tasks, then stepped out onto the balcony, closing the doors and windows behind him, and leaned against the balcony railing.

He lit a cigarette and smoked quietly.

Then, as his fingers rested on the railing, he exhaled smoke and seemed to recall something, softly humming a tune.

After a moment, he finished smoking, extinguished the cigarette, waved away the smoke, and turned back into the room.

·

"You see, he’s doing well. He has a wife, and soon he’ll have a child of his own. From the way he looks at his wife, I can see sincere love and care."

Chen Yan said softly.

Behind him, beside the Li Huo Candle, a nearly invisible shadow floated gently.

This was Li Xin’s last lingering sentiment.

Back then, after the one slash of the "Yellow Springs Guide," at the end, Chen Yan ultimately left a thread of Li Xin’s obsession.

But it was only this last thread.

"It’s wonderful..."

Li Xin’s voice came from the weak shadow: "He’s doing well... It’s wonderful.

Five years have passed; he should have his own happy life and family by now.

But... I’m very happy.

... The tune he just hummed was my favorite song.

He has a lovely life, but he hasn’t completely forgotten me.

Wonderful.

I... have nothing left to hold onto."

With a gentle sigh, this last thread of obsession dissipated with the wind.

This time, it was a complete vanishing, leaving no trace.

Chen Yan put away the candle.

But he heard the voice of the old Taoist coming from the candle: "Fellow Daoist, your merit is boundless."

"You’re too kind." Chen Yan shook his head: "Doing this sort of thing occasionally is just my way of accumulating virtue for myself."

Saying this, he stored the candle in the Storage Jade Pendant.

Suddenly, Chen Yan felt goosebumps all over!

In some inexplicable way, he felt a subtle and intangible force slowly enveloping him.

This force was gentle, righteous, and carried a sense of imperceptible dignity!

Chen Yan was not unfamiliar with this feeling!

Almost simultaneously, Chen Yan felt a movement within his body.

The Primordial Qi began to turn slowly, growing bit by tiny bit.

Merit arrived!

Although it was just a little, Chen Yan confirmed that the merit spoken of by the old Taoist was indeed his own Merit Cultivation.

But...

"Huh? It seems a bit different from before."

Chen Yan stopped abruptly as he noticed something peculiar.

This trace of merit indeed provided a small boost to his cultivation, which had been stagnant.

But that wasn’t the main point.

More importantly, Chen Yan sensed an inexplicable... connection?